Bleed

I bleed slowly on tattered bedsheets,
Of closely minced with dead meat,
Rotting, degenerating, infested with melamine ticks,
For my blood thickens and spreads unevenly over times before and after,
As I try finding myself,
Over the corpses of my dead dreams,
The desires gutted in slumber,
I cry for help,
For the end is not near…..

3 thoughts on “Bleed

  1. oh my that is dark Kumar with a speck of light. We miss you…. Zish and I ( check out her post today ) and the rest of WP is waiting for you to visit. 💖💖💖💖😘😘😘

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